Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.